reprint from patreon. Imagine if you will. Yours truly sitting outside of the now closed (RIP) Uptown Espresso in my work neighborhood, many years ago of course, I believe I was maybe 30 or so. I was re-reading something about gender, probably one of Kate Bornstein’s books. I ran into…

Originally appeared at the Weeklings July 2014 Content warning- Pee Kink I DID NOT GROW UP to be a Piss Queen. After a month or more complaining about my unrequited baby lesbian love, I was set up on my first blind date by my patient friends. She was slightly older…

Originally appeared at Wear Your Voice 5–30–2017 THERE IS NOTHING GENTLE ABOUT RACISM AND OUR RESPONSES TO IT DON’T WARRANT SUBTLETY OR KINDNESS IN RETURN. When it comes to social media etiquette, we are all still learning how to interact with each other while respecting boundaries and the spaces we give ourselves. What has translated over straight from our in-person interactions are racist, sexist and ableist micro and…

Birth of a Black Pharaoh [Preface. This story is based upon my ongoing Patreon project and an original character created by R. Hutchings used with permission. Enjoy a little Lovecrafty adventure.] Deacon picked up the phone when it rang, he managed to swipe the little screen before it started wailing…

Originally published at Literary Orphans 2015 In November of last year the Paris Review posted a poem by Frederick Seidel entitled “The Ballad of Ferguson, Missouri”. I wrote a furious rejection of their choice in my writing blog and it went viral. Over 12K views later, many comments both on…

Originally appeared in Wear Your Voice Magazine 2016 Don’t call me angry when what you mean to say is: this Black person has full human emotions and I’m uncomfortable. Or if you mean: I feel personally slighted by a generalized statement because who is this Negro is telling me what…

Read Pt 1 Part 2 Shanice locked herself in her office and sat on her favorite meditation cushion, she’d already done the ritual and sat waiting until it was right, “Nanna? Mama?” She looked around the small room and spoke softly, “Nanna?” …

To celebrate my fave holiday. Part I “Are you okay honey?” Mel sat next to her wife on the couch and kissed her forehead. The other woman smiled and looked tired, “I will be. I’m just hungry. Work will pick up soon. I think I’m gonna take a nap.” They kissed and…

Hello dear reader. I present you with some of my earlier work. This piece was written in 2010 and I give it to you unedited. During this period I was toying heavily with magical realism and that path would lead me to trying out urban fantasy. …